Description:
Whether
Aligned with the mechanismwhereby the spirit is borne aloft
through song comes again the question: whether. And not soothed
so much as opened by the boy
soprano's Sanctus, what moves in the mind as the throat constricts
in sympathy, one note peeled
from the last, fine as paper slipped from a garlic bulb, veined,
translucent, is whether--as if
wound through the spiraling amplitude, purpled, fretted,
one voice suspended
in concentration of prayer or terror wills itself above faltering,
more perfect since time must
soon break it. And made it. Whether and by whatever impossible
arrangement of stars, harmonies,
correspondences through which the music finds the spirit and like
a blade slits and releases,
circulates the question through the phrase, the delicate
engine--as if it matters: the song
rises, everything goes with it. The poems in Crocus take as their starting points the interior universes created by myth, art, and
memory, and through the exploration of these terrains create new ways of understanding the ordinary.
Brief description: KARIN GOTTSHALL was recently writer-in-residence at Interlochen Arts Academy. Her poems have appeared in The Gettysburg Review, The Virginia Quarterly Review, The Southern Review, and in many other publications. She lives in Middlebury, Vermont.
Review Quotes: British writer Virginia Woolf wrote about the pleasures of having a room of one's own. Here, Vermont poet Karin Gottshall shows us her own sort of private place.-- "--Tracy Press"